The McDowell Mountains...
Proud and craggy, like the old cowboys who used to run cattle in these here parts.
Today, it's preserved for recreational enthusiasts and passing-through executives from other corners and pockets of the States.
Now, we're the ones who graze in the deep of the washes, working awkwardly through sandy gravel,
Taking care to stay on the trails to avoid the stockings of scattered skeletons of cholla,
Sage dotted on the raised valley floor like cupcake decorations
Puts you closer to the sky, seems like you should duck
So you don't collide with a hawk or a cloud
Rain forms a wide ring, the center filled with Arizona Sun.
And in the distance
More Mountains
That bring a question to mind:
How much time do you have to hear about this?
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